The Unfaithful Mr. Scott (Melanie and Eugene) novel Chapter 524

Chapter 524

In the next moment, she heard Mason’s gentle voice. “Melanie, we’ve worked together before and can be considered old acquaintances. It must be fate now that we happen to be

collaborating with Bruce’s studio as well,”

He raised his glass with a sincere expression. “I won’t say anything superficial, I just feel like we’re fated. Let’s have a drink.”

Melanie looked at Mason coldly and was about to refuse. However, the man was already

smiling at Bruce, saying, “Mr. Whitman, frankly, if Melanie doesn’t accept this toast, I’ll have to blame you for it. You’re the one who encouraged me, right?”

Bruce, who was also a bit drunk by now, waved his hand. “Well, you told me that you two already know each other.”

The eyes of everyone at the table instantly focused on Melanie.

Looking at the glass offered by Mason, Melanie remained silent for a moment but eventually stood up and accepted it.

However, as soon as the drink touched her lips, a strange sensation overwhelmed her. There was a faint floral scent along the rim of the glass. It was fleeting.

Melanie’s heart sank as she recalled Mason’s despicable tactics in the past. Her expression stiffened momentarily. After a brief moment, she reigned her emotions in and suppressed

them.

She lowered her gaze to conceal the emotions in her eyes. There were so many people present, after all. There was no way Mason would dare try anything.

Fortunately, Melanie felt fine till the end of the banquet. However, she still maintained vigilance and was ready to leave as soon as the dinner ended.

Just as she was about to call Yvonne again, a bright voice echoed through the room. “Melanie, are you feeling unwell?”

Melanie looked up, realizing belatedly that Viola had not left yet! She quickly pieced things together in her mind and asked hoarsely, “What do you want?”

Viola had lost weight in the past few days, and her once delicate-looking face looked somewhat sharper. A trace of resentment flashed in her eyes as she replied, “What I want doesn’t matter. What matters is what he wants.”

Before Melanie could respond, the door of the private room was pushed open again. This time, the person entering made Melanie’s pupils dilate.

It was Quentin!

Viola looked smug at the expression on Melanie’s face. Smirking, she bent down to help Melanie and whispered in her ear, “Melanie, you’re a wretched person, so you should be treated like one!”